Juana,slowly."He
told me he
was
free.""He
told me
that he
was
married,"repeated
Perez,in
his solemn
voice.
"Holy
Virgin!"murmured
Dona
Lagounia.
"Answer,soul
of
corruption,"said
the
Marana,in
a low
voice,bending
to the ear
of the
marquis.
"Your
daughter--"began
Montefiore.
"The
daughter
that was
mine is
dead or
dying,"interrupted
the
Marana. "I
have no
daughter;do
not utter
that
word.Answer,are
you
married?""No,madame,"saidMontefiore,at
last,striving
to gain
time,"I
desire to
marry your
daughter."
